Sonoyta

Some people still have upcoming court dates, which of course I'll update you on.

As soon as word got out about the raid, people in Tucson and Sonoyta began gathering outside the jails to do jail support and show solidarity for the people who had stood for so long against the might of the border regime.

But as the sun went down, the camp itself was still there, and border patrols seemingly still felt somewhat restrained by the law and their efforts to remove it.

East of the tree, construction crews began working through the night, doubtless hoping to make up for lost time and lost overtime.

We only said the truck had broken down and we'd gotten lost.

He gave us water and took us to Sonoyta.

Gaspar never turned up.

I couldn't say anything to the police.

Era como la medianoche más o menos.

Había recién pasado el retén de Querobabi, ya en el desierto de Altar, entre Sonoita y San Luis Río Colorado.

No recuerdo en qué kilómetro era, pero fue en cuanto se empieza a ver el resplandor de las luces de San Luis.

La carretera estaba totalmente sola y a lo lejos alcancé a ver un bulto en el camino.

August's escalation with masked and armed officials has put many of the Tohono O'odham on alert.

While they argue that the Trump administration's motives are political, theirs are personal, as the proposed wall threatens sacred sites, including Quitobaquito Springs, a desert oasis that provides critical habitat for rare endemic and endangered species, including the Sonoyta mud turtle.

Tohono O'odham Chairman Verlon Jose says the project is a waste of taxpayers' money that does not provide real security, but continues longstanding harms against Native people, tribal sovereignty, and the environment.

As we stand here right now, it is in process to destroy one of our sacred sites, known as Awaikya, Quitobaquito.

In my hometown over in Mishoacan, the extortion payments had made life unbearable, and there came a point when I realized I couldn't go on like that.

I sold what little I owned, scraped together as much money as I could, and headed north, hoping to cross through Sonoyta into Arizona by way of the altar desert.

Everyone knows it's a brutal route, the kind that can kill you without anyone ever finding out.

But it was the only option I could afford, and people said it was less heavily patrolled around that time.

But if you haven't been south of Phoenix, Tucson has some really cool stuff.

But then you get into, like, Salarita, where you are, and Sonoyta.

There's, like, Wine Country.

There's Tombstone, Bisbee.